It’s 10 p.m. on a Wednesday and I am ready for bed; lights out, and Neosporin on my legs because I fear that the sand flea bites I brought home from Puerto Rico will scar. I’m thinking about reading, but also about Zebra Cakes. The strangers outside are too loud. I do ten sit-ups in my head […]

Last weekend I made the (totally conscious and sober) decision to go paint-balling with 20 friends, a couple of ex-boyfriends, one ex-boyfriend’s younger brother and some strangers. Anyone who knows me well knows that, while I have negative athletic net-worth, I am (kind of) rich in inner rage (and only kind-of kidding). Hiking aside (not my […]

Because the Internet said so. According to Shapeways, this hip conversation piece comes in sizes “little sad” and “itty bitty sad.” Both promise to be equally upset. Also this R2-D2 Soy Sauce Dispenser.